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“I’m pregnant.”
    “Uh—okay.” Even over the phone, Jack’s confusion was immediately evident. “You do remember that we haven’t had sex in like two, maybe three years?”
    Kenna glared at her phone. “Ugh. Don’t be an ass. I’m freaking out. Now is not the time to be flippant.”
    “Is Lizzie—”
    “I’m not speaking to Lizzie at the moment.” Kenna thought about rainbows, butterflies, and kittens—because she was not going to cry.
    “I’m headed that way.”
    Kenna tried to decide if she felt bad for whatever woman Jack was ditching to come to her rescue—but she couldn’t work up concern for some unknown woman. If ever there was a time to be selfish, it was now. She’d had too many bombs dropped, too much weird for even her to handle.
    She sniffed. Jack was the male version of her. Eh, maybe a little sluttier, if she was honest. They were both serial monogamists. Jack just took the word serial as a challenge. She had no doubt she’d interrupted something. A dinner date? After-dinner fun? Either way, Jack would forgive her.
    He was one of her dearest friends, and he had at least some idea of the existence of Things That Were Not Normal. He was really funny about what he’d acknowledge openly, but he definitely knew about magic. As pissed as she was with Lizzie right now, thank goodness she had Jack—even if he was a smartass. No, especially because he was a smartass.
    Her doorbell rang. That was another great thing about Jack—he lived just around the corner.
    She opened the door with a smile on her face. But the concern she saw, the sympathy, it was too much, and the tears started again.
    Jack wrapped her in a bear hug and held her tight. As she sniffled into his shoulder, she couldn’t help but think it was too bad she and Jack had missed their moment. He was firmly in the brother camp now. But no. It was great, because they were so much better as friends.
    Taking a breath and sniffling, she stepped away and motioned for Jack to come in. “Nice. I’ve made your shirt all damp. I’ve got to stop acting like a lunatic practically on my front porch. The neighbors already think I’m strange.” At Jack’s curious look, she added, “I may have answered my door and had a lengthy conversation with Lizzie and Mom on the front porch while wearing nothing but a towel.”
    Jack laughed. “I bet your pervy neighbor was peering through his windows.”
    “Mr. Matheson was in his driveway, having just returned home with Mrs. Matheson. She was not pleased.” She shut the front door firmly then turned around to lean against it. Jack offered her a hanky. Who carried handkerchiefs anymore? Jack was one in a million. “Thanks,” she said, accepting the folded square of crisp cotton. Unfolding it, she eyed him askance. “You iron your hankies?”
    He grinned. “My housekeeper does.” The grin faded. “So, ah, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you cry. You know you’re going to be fine, right?” Jack ducked down low, trying to catch her gaze. “Unless…have you changed your mind? I thought…”
    “That I’d been trying to have a child for years? Right—for about eight of my ten years of marriage, that would be true. But I’m not married.” Her heart pounded in her chest. She bent over, trying to catch her breath.
    “Kenna…Kenna? Hey, are you okay?”
    A hysterical burble of laughter escaped before she could stop it. “No. I’m happily single. I’d finally—finally!—decided not to have any kids. And now I’m unexpectedly pregnant. Oh, and apparently a witch. And don’t get me started on my whacked-out freaking hormones.” A small sob escaped. “I am not okay.”
    Jack winced. “Have you talked to the father?”
    Ever the problem-solver, her buddy Jack. But really, that was the problem he focused on? “You cannot avoid the massive elephant here. I. Am. A. Witch.”
    “I got that, darling. Since half the people you know have some kind of magic, I don’t find that nearly as